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"NOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE KIICCEftJN."
DARBITRY, N. C., THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 1885.
" BOBBITTS."
Tbe boj* in Dutchman'* gulch nsnal
1t (Haded to bim as ''The Kid of tbe
Camp," but be said bis real name 111
Bobbins. I have spoken of tbe miners
of Dutchman's guleb as "boys." Some
of tbom wore beards as thick aa a badge
fence, and hair wbioh Boated on tbe
breete like sea weed streaming from a
weather-beaten wharf. Leadville was
the nearest supply to Dutchman's Guleb,
and at Leadville oould Bobbitta usuailj
be found.
Tb« Kid of tb Camp was about nine
years old, with a thin, weaien face, a
shrewd twinkle-in bia rat-like eyes, and
a perverted taste for Monte and dog-leg
tobacoo. Bobbins invariably "played
io" what few niokels, dimes, and quar
ters he could earn or beg, but the older
gamblers liked to have him to lean over
their shoulders when engaged in bucking
'iie tiger, regarding it aa good luck, and
Bobbitts as a Mascotte.
"My ma named me Bobbitts," he
would explain, whonever interrogated
regarding his early history ; "and 1
reckin she knowd me."
Bobbitts bad made his appearance in
the far West at Cheyenne, wbero be
had quittly dropped off fiom a Union
Paoific freight train, with a boot-black
apparatus slung over bis shoulder, and
a paid up oapital of eighteen cents in his
pocket.
From Cheyenne, Bobbitts drifted
over to Leadville.
"Where were yon born!" inquired
Joe Watrous, alias tbe "Count," one
evening, after be bad turned io a couple
of hundred dollars' worth of dust to the
Monte bank. With the count this was
net an unusual experience ; in fact, so
monotonous bad it become uf late, that
it was far from possessing any very great
degree of fascination.
"Duniiucd ef I know," answered
Bobbitts, rubbing away industriously
at the gambler's boots. "Tbe fust
thing I knowd I was in Clinton, lowa,
living my ma. Me and her lived,
together."
'•Who was your fatbor!" continued
the Count, Uxily removing a polished
boat from the box, and substituting
another heavily coated with yellow
clay.
"Dumme irf I itm tell yer. Guess
he was no great s'ukes uf a man, or ma
would have told me sutbin about him.
But she didn't. Reckon be was a fly-by
night and no good."
"Then you never saw him to know
him ?" said the Count.
This conversation between Bobbitts
and the Count had attraoted quite a
orowd of penniless or indifferent gamb
lers who had been loungibg about tbe
aaloan, and they commenced to manifest
something of a listless interest in the
broken, sketchy, biographical narrative
of Bobbitts.
"Well I dunno, exactly," replied
Bobbitta, panning in hia work, and sit
ting baok on his heels. "I'll tell yer.
There waa two men oome to ma's house
one night, about nine o'olook, and tbey
both talked with ma, nnd ma, she tal
ked baok at 'em, as wild aa a jaok rab
bit an' I beard one of'em say as how ma
waa a bad woman, an' then the other
man bit him with a oheer, an' drawd a
knife to stick him; but ma she got be
tween 'em, an' kep tbe man off his pard
nar, an' then they both quieted down an
went away together, an' ma cried, an'
aaid one of 'em waa my fader, but I
never knowd which, an' never did git
the right on it. I was pretty young
then, you know."
Again Bobbitta applied hituaelf vigor
ously to the mod-ooated pedal of tha
Count, and the crowd laughed at the
curious idea of yoath advanced by the
preoooious youth.
"Where U your ma now inquired
•ne of the group of listeners.
"She shook me, about a year ago,"
anawered Bubbi'.ta, rubbing away at the
gambler's boots harder than ever
"Ran away, did abe f"
"Yea; left one day when I waa down
town selling some papers, an' when I
weut to our bouae her trunk waa gone,
and a latter waa on a oheer fer me. I
knowd it waa fer me, an' I took it ovar
to a neighbor what had been kind to me,
ao' got him to road it."
Tbe last boot waa finished now, and
Babbitts carefully rolled down tbe
Count's pant lag, and brushed fiom it
the yallow splotches of mud.
"What did the letter say t" inquired
R low, boaraa voice from tha edgo of tbe
crowd. Bobbitta peered between the
forma of two men, and then, after hav
ng carefully looked tbe stranger over,
addicioed himself to tbe orowd gener-
ally.
"It laid, 'Dear Bobbitts,' an'tbe
letter wa* wet and dirty, as if ma had
cried over it a good deal, 'I *m going
a ray for a time, but 1 will come back
to you within a yeai. a good boy,
an' I will pray fer yei.' 1 hain't been
the best kind of a Sunday school kid,
but I'll b«t high ma has piayed for me,
all the same."
"What makes you tliink ao !" in
quired the man with the hoarse voiee
on tbe edge ol the erow'l. Several
other persons including now
regarded tbo stranger
He was a tall, sallow *iT)Jpl>'.xioiied
man, well dressed, in a stylo Reproach
ing the extreme of fashion. Ilis age
might have been anywhere between
thirty-eight and forty-five. Bobbitts
now exhibited evident sign* of uueasi
ness.
"Yes," continued Bobb Its, turning
bis back on tbe stranger, yet apparently
addressing him through tb" medium of
the orowd ; "she alius prayed for me
an' fader every night. Butl don't want
to talk to you any more."
Instantly the attention of the crowd
was dividod between Bobbitts and the
stranger. Intuition is one of the keen
est senses of the gambler aid, gambler
like, the crowd, by differcat individual
mental processes, began to connect, in
an indefinable manner, the personalities
of Bobbitts and the stranger. The
Count now addressed tbe former :
"Doyou know that man!"
"What man 1" said Bobbitts sullen
'J-
"The man who just spok* to you."
"No, nor I Jont want to know bim "
"Why ?"
"'Pears to me he. is oue of the blokes
what come to ma's bouse an' raised a
ruction, that night 1 was teMin' about.
I don't say as t'was him, but only that
it 'pears like it.
"Yes, you little devil,you're right!"
exclaimed the dark coiiplexiuned stran
ger; pushing bis way through the crowd,
and viciously picking tl / little boo'-
black, who fell with a 104 inokn to the
floor.
In auotber instant the man lay stretch
ed on (be sanded, grimy floor of the
saloon, strii-ieu down by a blow square
from the shoulder of another stranger,
a brawnv hercule? in a shaggy Peter
sham coat, and who tenderly raised
Bobbitts on bis kneo and called for a
glass of water. Bobbitta was insensi
ble.
"Shame ! shame !" rolled savagely
from tbe throats of a doxen indignant
men and tbe well-dressed stranger had
barely risen to hi* elbows, trying in a
dated manner to comprehend tbe aitua
tion, before be was seiied by tha shoul
ders, dragged to the door, aod thrown
bodily on to tbe sidewalk.
Anotbei instant, and a ball from tha
outside crashed through the saloon win
dow. The Count sank to the floor, a
dark purple stream trickling from bis
mouth. Intended for another mau, the
bullet bad reached bis heart.
"That might have been any one of us"
shouted "Peg" Moffit, Deputy Sheriff,
and followed by half the orowd a* a val
iant poasc, he bolted out into that night
after the stranger.
A phyiican, haatily summoned, let
fall the hand of the Count and turned
to Bobbitts, who atill res ted upan the
friendly knee of bis protector.
Tbe Count had "coppered" his last
bet, and passed over to the great major
ity, in the ailent, unhappy oißMlry of tha
dead.
"Ha« this boy a home f " inquired the
doctor.
*'H« will go to tbe hotel with me,"
anawered the atraoger.
"And your name "
"Is John Morley. lam hit father.
Hia mother ia with me, at tha Carndall
Houae."
"That ia good," said the pbyaioian ;
"for I am afraid the little fallow'a apine
ia injured, and that he may become a
otipple for life. What internal injuriea
he may have sustained 1 oannot now de
termine."
John Morley bent down and kitaed
tha thin, white lip* of Bobbitta.
"Call a hack," he aaid, huskily.
Tbe little elfiab featurea of Bobbitta
looked up from a background of anowy
pillowa soarcely whiter than hia taoe.
Over thoae pillows tenderly bent a
handeome woman, atill on tha aunny
side of tarty, John Morley and the doo
tor. Tbe teara whioh dimmed the eye*
of tbe lady but heightened her beauty
— R beauty softened by past care and
patieat waiting and watching.
"H« will live,*' aaid the doctor, and
tbe mother of Bobbits murmured,
"Thank God !"
"But will always us* a crutch."
bobbitts olosed his •jyits wearily
whan he beard this, and thon opened
them again, with the rhadow there of
the old-tiuie twinkle.
"An'the kids will all call me a limp
ing jigger from Jigtown," be said.
"No, no, darling"' auswered the
mother, hurrying her sweet face in tbe
pillows beside bis own; "you shall
know no more of this world's rudeness,
its wickodness, its poverty, its woe."
Tbe dcotor drow his chair before the
cheerful grate 6re. John Moreley sat
down be«i according te pmtniiu.
told the story of bis life.
•'The man who shot Joe Watrous,
the 'Count,' is my wife's cousin, Thomas
Darkle. His fathci, James Darkle,
died when Thomas wan a boy; of 1 , ail unly
son, was taken heme by an uncle, Rob
ert Darkle, an eccentric bachelor, and
by him reared and educated. My wile's
father was lost at sea, soon after we
were married in new York, where Rob
ert 'Bobbittj.' was born. Robert Dar
kle was very wealthy , he informed us
that lie had made a will, leaving the
bulk of his property, a half million, to
our little Robert, the annual interest
thereof to be paid to my wife, quarterly,
until the maturity of his namesake Rob
art, when the whole should be his. To
Thomas Darkle be had willed fifty thou
sand dollars.
"From that moment Thomas Darkle
commenced to plot for % reversion of
the will, and he succeeded. Roth
Tbomss and my wife were only children,
orpbanaged at an early age. His first
onslaught was against the will, was
made through me. Ry various tempta
tions he turned me trom an honest, batd
working man, to a dissipated, liquor-in
flamed wretch, with the manhood almost
buined out of my soul, and then—thon
ho plunged the knife deoper into my
heart and turned it 'round, ile attack
ed tbe reputation ef my wife. lie work
ed upon a naturally too jealous disposi
tion, and tried in New York to cause
at estrangement botwem us. Tlr fal
lowed us to Clinton, lowa, and attempt
ed there to blast the character and cast
a cloud upon as pure a woman as ever
breathed the air of purest Heaven. Dai
ly he fed the flames of passionate jeal
ousy, and then he came oue night with
what bo olaimed were the strongest
proofs of her infidoliiy ; we went home,
openly upbraided her, and when be went
too far, 1 struck btui with a chair, even
as I struck him last night ', and he—he
feigned forgiveness, and again wo weut
forth from my hose together, he to plot
and *chcme and rob, and I to believe
and become bis willing dupe. Thomas
Darkle went East, 1 West. He saw h:s
uncle, and by friendship, lies, and gross
misrepresentations speedily oonvinced
bim of my wife's alleged unwoithinesa,
and stooped to blight the honest paren
tage of Bobbitts. Tbe will was revok
ed, a codicil was added, and when Rob
ert Darkle died his will was read, and
Thomas Darkle was sole heir to all bis
wealth."
John Morley paused in his narrative,
while his faoe flushed with the fires of
a righteous iudignation which had not
yet burned out.
"How did you regain your wife!"
quietly asked the doctor.
"One year ago elie left Clinton, and
Bobbitts to the care ot a: rangers. Much
of the testimouv against her, as by
Thomas Darkle involved tbe names of
parties living at a great distauoe—one
in Texas and one in Georgia. To each
of them uiy wife journeyed, and obtain
ed irrefutable proof that Tom Darkle
was a liar. As I said, I came West.
1 worked mines. I bought aod sold, and
made money ; and then, when 1 began
to think that life was not worth living,
especially a wrecked anJ broken life
like mine, my wife came to me in Den
ver, came with all the proof that loyal
love oould bring, and wo were again
most happily united. One aorrow only
abadowed us. Where was Bobbitts l
Together, hand iu hand, my wife and I
began the searoh for our SOB. Tom
Darkle, too, was on his trail. Tbe
thought of wills being set aside by courts,
on proof of undue influence, frightened
bim. Ha, too, tracked Bobbitts here,
as I now believe, to kill bim. He knows
moreover, that ho is next of kin, and
soinebow it is natural for a mau to hate
hia rival, and bate his successor in of
fice. Doctor, you know the rest."
A bell boy, with a white faoo, came
to the door of the room, and called the
dootor out into tha hall. In a moment
he returned, and said :
"1 am obliged, by the dutios of my
office, to leave you now, aud conduct an
inquest. lam Coroner of this Coanty."
"Some accident t" asked Mrs. Mor
ley, coining forward from the bed where
lay her crippled son.
" No, it was not an accident," re
plied the doctor. "By the way, did I
understand that bv the death of Tom
Darkle intestate bis property descended
to Bobbitts
Hie face of John Morley blanched, as
he replied :
"By tbe terms ot bis uncle's will
tbe money cannot be willed by bim.'
"Then Bobbitts is again an hair.
The Vigilants have just hung Tom Dar
klt to a t dogranb pole " j
A Midnight Duel.
An old ex-Confodrrate soldier do
soribes in tbe Athens (Ua.) Banner a
duel which took place between two young
soldiers one from Georgia and the
other from Mississippi. Tbo duel was
caused by tbe rivalry of the two soldieis
tor tbe smile* of a village belle at a
dance. The narrator says : "Tbo Geor
gian seemed to have tbe lead on the
Missisnippian, ana when the dancers
were called to take their places be led
the belle of the valley to a place in tbe
set. At this point tbe Mississippian was
aeon to approach the couple and heard
to claim the lady's hand for the danc*.
An altercation ensued ; but both were
cool, brave soldiers—two of the best
shots in the army—who did not believe
iu a war of words. So it was ended by
the Georgian dancing with tbe lady, and
the significant remark of the Mississip-*
pian that 'I will see you after this set.'
"When the danoe was over tbe Geor
gian was seen to seek the Mississippian,
and together they each called a friend
from tbe crowd and departed. When
outside, both claimed that an insult bad
been passed which eould only be wiped
out in tbe blood of the other, and that
a duel to the death should be arranged
at once. A full moon was just appear
ing over the tops of the surrounding
torest, anu I tell you this talk of blood
in the silence of the night was anything
No nrpumnnt, howoeor,
would avail with these men. So it was
arranged that the duel should take
place on the top of tbe Blue Ridge, near
the centie of tha road that passes
through the gap; that the weapons
should bo pistols at fifteen paces, and to
fire at or between the words 'one, two,
three,' firing to ointinue until one or
both were dead.
"The point was reached, the ground
measured off, and the men took their
positions without a tremor. The moon
shed Its pale light down on a soeno never
to be forgotten. A moment or two and
the silence was broken by the aignal :
'One! Two! Three!' At the word
'one' the report of two pistols rang out
on the midnight air, but tbo principals
retained their respective positious. Tho
Georgian'* arm was seen to drop closer
to tbe side, but the Mississippian was
immovable, and still held his pistol to
the front. Again a pistol shot was
heard, coming from the Georgian, and
tbo Mississippian still held his position
but did not tire. Iho Georgian pro
tested that be had not come there to
murder liim, but no answer was return
ed. The Missisfuppian's second ap
proached his principal aud found him
dead, shot through the eye on the first
d scharge of tho weapons. Death, it
seems, had been instantanoous, so much
so as not even to disturb his equilibrium.
I may forget some things, but the mid.
night duel, on the top of a spur of the
Blue Ridge, with its attendant oiicum
stances, is not one of them."
Moral Decay.
Moral decav in the family is the in
variable prelude to public corruption.
It is a false distinction which we make
between publie integrity and private
honor. The man whom you oannot ad
mit into your family, whose morals are
corrupt, oannot be a puro statesman.
Whoever studies history will be pro
foundly oonvinoed that a nation Hands
or falls with tbe sanctity of its domestic
ties. Rome mixed with Gieeoe, and
learned her morals. The Goth was at
her gates ; but she fell not till she was
corrupted and tainted at the heart.
When there was no longei purity on her
hearth-stones, nor integrity in the Sen
ate, then, and not till then, her death
knell was rung.
The danger of reading too much is,
that we shall have only tbe thought* of
others. The dinger of reading too lis
tle or none at all, that we shall have
noce but our own.—Acton.
Sunday i* the golden clasp tnat binds
together the volume of the week.—Long
fellow.
TI l nj.vrr COLLECTION
NO. 38
George Waalilugtatn's Feet
Washington'#,- loots wore enormous,
says a writer in tbe Chicago Tribune.
They were No. I' 2. His ordinary walk
ing shoes were No. 11. 11 is bauds were
largo in proportion, and he could not
buy a glove to fit him, and had to havo
his glovos made to order. Ilis mouth
was his strong feature, the lips being
always tightly compressed. He weighed
200 pounds, and there was no surplus
flesh about bin. lie was tremendously
muscled, and tbe famo of bis great
streugtli was everywhere. His buge
tent, wheu wrapped up with the pole,
was so heavy that it required two uien
to pJacc it in the camp wagon. Wash
ington could lift it with one hand and
throw it into tho wainn as easily as if
it were a pair of saddlebags. lie could
hold a musket with one band and shoot
with precision as easily as other men did
with a horse pistol. IJ is lungs were bis
weak point, and his voice was never
strong. He was at this time in tbe
prime of life. Ilis hair was a chestnut
brown, bis cheeks were prominent, and
his head was not large in contrast to
every other part of his body, which
seemed large and bony at all points.
His finger joints and wrista wero so
large as to be genuine ouriosities. He
was an enormjus eater, but was contont
with bread and meat—if he had plenty
of it ; but hunger seemed to put buu in
a rage. It was bis custom to take a
drink of rum or whiskey on awake Ding
in the morning.
Of course all this was changed when
he grew old. A year before he died bia
hair was very gray and his form was
slightly bent. His chest was very thin.
He had false teeth which did not fit and
pushed bis undor lip outward He prob
ably drank much more in his old ago.
He was a great lover of fine winoa and
horses.
CUAFF.
A subscriber advertise. " «""& J l '
girl to cook.** lie yrobktily airam
he would be hanged it ha cooked a prct
ty girl.
At one of tbe customary school ex
aminations an urchin was asked, "What
is the chief use of bread 1" To which
be replied: "To spread butter upon."
"Can a man be hanged twioe V' asks
the New 1 ork Tribune. This may be
a mooted quostion ; but some men de
serve to be banged twice—and each
time fatally.—N. Y. Dial.
Mrs. Belva Lockwood cariierf as
many States as Butler or St. John, any
how, and that is doing pretty well for a
woman's first run against old experi
enced politicians of the pantaloon gen
der.—Norristown Herald.
An ingenious girl confided to a friend
that she thought a certain young gentle
man was going to propose. "I'm sure
of it," she said, earnestly. "Why, only
the other evening, when he called, he
told me how to prevent, babies from be
ing bow-legged."
'•Curioas how much cleaner all the
people look!" exclaimed a Texan who
had boon away on a *rip for a couple of
mouths. 41 Yes," replied the old aettler
to whom he wa» talking j «-you have no
idea what a thundering lot of rain has
falieu heie this season !"
A traveler through Arabia writes that
when a bedouin is asked to drink, his
nu&wor would frequently be: "No,
thank you ; 1 drank yesterday." In this
country the answer usually is: "Woll,
I have been at it all the morning, but I
guess I can stand another."
Ue Crew In Two Htatea
"Are you a native of the State ?" ask
ed the Judgc of the United States Court,
addressing a fat man who had been
summoned to testify in a case of illioit
distilling.
"Mostly, Jedge."
"I mean wero you born in tbia
State t"
"I understand. 1 wa'n't born here,
but I am mighty nigh a native."
"Came here when you were quite
young, 1 suppose ?"
"N u, sir, ain't been bare but about
ten year."
"How old are you t
"Fifty."
'•Then how is it that you are very
nearly a native ot the State»"
•'Well, when 1 came here 1 only
weighed about » bundrod pounds. Now
1 weigh two forty, so you see one hun
dred and forty poundu of me are native
while only one hundred pounds comes
from Missouri."—Arkausaw Traveler.